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Lilith was never a loving mother.
That was a fact Lucifer had always been aware of. Lily was a dreamer, a queen, a fighter. Her armored arms could never hug Charlie quite as warmly as she needed, and the lips that wove the songs that would one day rule hell could never meet Lucifer’s with as much passion and love as she claimed to have for him.
But leaving altogether?
It takes a very cold woman to do that, and, well, cold wasn’t exactly the word Lucifer would use to describe his wife.
But then again: he didn’t really know much about her at all.
To him, Lilith would always be just as much of a mystery as the day they’d met.
and as the day he’d lost her.
Two glorified strangers, their mess, and their daughter.
What a way to start a story.